I had a single white flower in a brown pot.
She smelled great.
I thought she smelled great.
She was everything to me.
We were together almost everyday of the week. She gave me joy and companionship.
She was amazing.
I thought she was amazing.
We had known each other for years when I first saw little insects in her pot.
I did not try to get rid of them, for they had become friends with my flower.
So, things changed. We started drifting apart.
I tried to stay as her friend. I reached out to her but she had already let me go.
She had changed her pure white color or maybe she had never been that white. I couldn't remember anymore.
She never needed me to water her anyway but it amazed me how fast she forgot about me.
Maybe I was just not enough. Maybe I should have been better.
But I have changed my colors, too.
I have grown
and this is me finally letting her go.